Maeve
Maeve dropped her arms, brows knitting together as she watching him move closer, curious about what exactly that meant. "Is that bad..?" She asked, passing him the bow when he reached for it, chewing on her bottom lip nervously as he began to explain. Her shoulders slumped slightly in defeat, that same irritation she felt before threatening to bubble up again, but Noah was an incredibly good teacher. His explanation quickly put her at ease, words almost gentle as he reassured her that there was nothing wrong with that, but she was simply unique. "They did. They said I wouldn't have an issue. What kind of bow do I need then? Where do I even get something made like that?" Not everyday that the Madame of a brothel needed a weapon.
A huff pushed past her lips, "Oi, just cause I look small doesn't mean I'm weak." She wasn't and while she might have some difficulty with his bow, there was still a chance she could manage it with effort, knowing that her muscles were developed if not prominent. She was lithe with the body of a dancer. Maeve had more strength than one might expect. Maeve accepted her own weapon back, pursing her lips in concentration as he continued with his instructions, urging her to repeat what she had before with the new information he'd given her.
His arrow was loosed, sinking into the target with a soft thunk. Maeve pulled an arrow from her own quiver, nocked it, and drew back. Her form wasn't perfect by any means, but her arm was strong and steady as she held the string taut, finally releasing it. It was probably good that Noah was standing to her side and not ahead of her because there would have likely been an accident. The arrow disappeared into the underbrush, going a good distance, but ultimately missing the target. "I take it back. Maybe I am hopeless." Maeve laughed, dropping her stance with a shake of her head.
A huff pushed past her lips, "Oi, just cause I look small doesn't mean I'm weak." She wasn't and while she might have some difficulty with his bow, there was still a chance she could manage it with effort, knowing that her muscles were developed if not prominent. She was lithe with the body of a dancer. Maeve had more strength than one might expect. Maeve accepted her own weapon back, pursing her lips in concentration as he continued with his instructions, urging her to repeat what she had before with the new information he'd given her.
His arrow was loosed, sinking into the target with a soft thunk. Maeve pulled an arrow from her own quiver, nocked it, and drew back. Her form wasn't perfect by any means, but her arm was strong and steady as she held the string taut, finally releasing it. It was probably good that Noah was standing to her side and not ahead of her because there would have likely been an accident. The arrow disappeared into the underbrush, going a good distance, but ultimately missing the target. "I take it back. Maybe I am hopeless." Maeve laughed, dropping her stance with a shake of her head.
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
